I've met someone.
Or rather, Someone that I've known for a long, long, long time has finally began to look at me in a different way. The way that I've been looking at her. And we've begun the pleasant, slow process of spending our free time with each other.
But this is what I think she looks like.
And this is also how she makes me feel.

We talk. We joke. We kiss.
She puts her face in the crook of my elbow and blows big, fat raspberries and then giggles and that makes me giggle. This happens time and time again and it never get old.
She walks up to me because she's cold and tucks her arms in and puts her head on my shoulder and I wrap my arms around her and share my warmth. We are as close as two people can get.
She swirls the ice in her nearly-empty gin and tonic and looks over at me, seductively, and she suggests that a cab is in order. Soon. And that's enough to get me calling for the check and scrambling into my coat.
She's pretty wonderful.
And very, very strong.
You'd be surprised.
I was.
Claimed (in a manner),
Mr.B
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What's it like to be a 12 year old girl?
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